Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.